Harry Potter oneshots (BOOK 2)

Oliver Wood

Character: Oliver Wood
Title: Slut pt. 2 (look in book 1 for pt. 1!) or Quidditch Locker rooms
House reader: Slytherin
Warnings: smut and toxicity
Inspiration: uh no
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ollieos this is for you babygirl *lip bite*
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It has been 4 months since the incident with Oliver. Ever since then, no one has called me any names again. Oliver probably told Fred and George what had happened, who told the rest of the school.

Day after day I had made eye contact with Oliver, knowing what kind of things had happened between us that night. Every time we made eye contact, that night flew by my eyes.

"That's it..." He held my hips down as he pounded into me. "You're being such a good girl for me." Oliver breathed. Moans spilled from my lips as I pulled him closer to me, I tied my legs around his waist to stop him from moving. His toned abs laid on top of my breasts. "What? What's-" I pulled his lips onto mine as my hands snaked around his neck.

Today was the day of the big match. Slytherin vs Gryffindor.

I walked downstairs to the great hall and spotted Oliver, lecturing his team. I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"You know the plan, right?" He said as I came up from behind him. "You-"
"They know the plan, Wood." I put my hand on his shoulder, causing him to startle.
"WHAT THE-" He turned around, his eyes were wide and his cheeks were red. I heard the rest of his team laugh. "Y/n- What-uhm-What are you doing here?"

His lips moved in sync with mine and his hips started moving again. I moaned against his lips, while he hit the right spot over and over again.

"O-Oliver!" I pulled away and cried out.
"Mhm, that's it, just like that. Moan my name, scream it. Let everyone hear that you're a good girl for me. Let everyone know who makes you feel good."

"I came here to talk to you..." I said, blinking the memory away.
"Maybe later, Y/n. We gotta get ready for the match..." He was about to walk away, but I grabbed his arm.
"Oliver, we have to talk." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Okay." He turned towards his team. "Go to the field. I'll be right there." They nodded and left, young Harry following close behind them, trying to catch up with their long legs.

"What is it, Y/n?" He looked down at me.
"Can we talk somewhere more privately?" He nodded and we went to an old classroom. He sat down on a table and waited for me to speak. His hands wrapped around the table's edge.

I moaned, they fell from my lips like it was nothing. The pleasure was overwhelming...

"So, what's up?" I put my hands on his and stood on my tippy toes.
"Goodluck, I'll be rooting for you." I whispered against his lips. I could feel his warm breath on my lips, before he closed the area between us.